A complaint

"I've been waiting here for over half an hour...", Emi complained loudly after he'd called her a good girl and taken the leash she offered him.

"I'm really sorry, I got caught up looking for a gift for you.", Michael answered smoothly. He'd brainstormed a good excuse on his way.

"A gift?", they had entered the living room, and he could smell that Emi had cooked something.

"It will be a surprise.", he replied with a coy smile. She grumbled but looked pleased by his explanation. "You cooked?"

She nodded proudly. "Since you're staying overnight, we'll eat dinner together. Can't let my master go hungry after all.", she winked with a wide grin.

"Hope you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will.", he looked around and hesitated. "Any plans for the evening?"

She lifted an eyebrow and shook her head. "Shouldn't the Master decide that?"

"And let the pet become lazy?", he countered with a laugh. "Nah, but seriously. We've discussed this before, but I don't think I'd like total subservience like that.

I would much rather have you as my partner than just my pet."

She sobered up a little at that, but quickly regained her grin.

"I do too.", she agreed earnestly. "But I also like to tease!"

He closed the distance between them and enveloped her in his arms before giving her bare ass a little spank. She yelped in surprise, but her tail curled in satisfaction.

"I noticed, kitten.", he whispered into her ear as he pulled back. A dopey grin had plastered itself on his face despite his best attempts. He still felt a little silly playing into the dominant role.

Emi, on the other hand, seemed wholly satisfied and skipped over to the dinner table.

"Are you hungry?", she asked while looking at the food and checking everything over.

"I could eat, but I'm not really hungry yet.", he replied after a moment. She looked a little stumped by that.

"Hm... I didn't plan for that...", she did that cute thing of holding her index finger against her chin while thinking. "How to spend the time then....? I could just be a good pet and blow you till you're hungry, but that would feel kinda off. Especially since we just established that we don't want a pure master-pet relationship."

He agreed with a nod.

"Wanna watch TV?", she asked with the deadpan eagerness of someone who couldn't think of anything else. He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "Already at the point where we got nothing else to do?", he joked.

"Nah, we just haven't gotten past the movie date phase.", she shot back smiling.

They settled on watching a movie. It was, in fact, the very same old sci-fi movie that he'd thought about earlier. The one that temporarily popularized desert fox girls! Emi had suggested it and pushed for it once she found out he'd never seen it.

"It's a classic! Not a good one, but you've gotta have seen it at least once!", she had proclaimed while browsing through her collection.

Soon enough, Michael sat on the couch, leaning back as the film played on Emi's huge TV. He had known she was a movie buff; it was common knowledge among the team, as she often invited people over to watch obscure films. He'd never been over, mainly because he hadn't wanted to intrude on his female colleagues.

Well, now here he was with her half lying on him and resting her pretty little head on his chest. He could feel her gentle breathing against him, and her cat ears occasionally tickled his chin in response to something happening in the movie. It felt wonderfully cozy.

The sci-fi flick was fine. Not particularly good, nor particularly bad. The actress playing a desert fox, a pleasure **** trying to overthrow the evil planetary governor, was real hot. No wonder it caused such a craze back then. Probably also the reason why it was considered a classic despite the lackluster dialogue.

"I almost decided to become a fox girl because of this movie.", Emi confessed during a saucy scene where the main heroine had to seduce a noble lord from a rival faction. Her eyes remained peeled to the screen, but her cat ears had turned towards him as if to better pick up his reply. A detail that somewhat amused Michael.

"Weren't you a little young?", she was a three years older than him, but he'd barely been in middle school when the movie first came out. Emi shrugged and snuggled her face against his chest.

"What can I say. I liked the pet girl aesthetic since I was little. Just because you want to pet dress, doesn't mean you need to be a pet.", at the end, he could hear a little defensiveness creeping into her voice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything.", Michael quickly offered. He'd just been curious. She shook her head.

"Nah, I'm just a little sensitive about it. People gave me shit in school for dressing up as a cat girl. That said, I can tell you that wanting to pet dress is pretty common for girls starting in middle school. Most parents don't allow it, though."

"Didn't know that.", he hummed and started petting her head. She let out a pleased sound and further snuggled herself into him. The movie continued, mainly focusing on fairly badly written action scenes and intrigue.

Michael entered a comfortable slump, just relaxing and cuddling the beautiful naked girl in his arms. Emi seemed just as content, occasionally purring in response to his petting. He'd half dozed off when he suddenly felt her nudging his side.

"Master?", she whispered.

"Hm?", he struggled to shake off the sleepiness.

"Can I suck you off?"

He was suddenly wide awake again, staring down at Emi, who had slid her head down into his lap and was looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

"What?", he asked, unsure if he'd just dreamed it. Her grin widened in response and she nudged his crotch with her head.

"Can I give you a blowjob, master?", she repeated the question, obviously aware of his rapidly hardening cock. He remained speechless, confused by the sudden turn of events and then distracted by the moans coming from the TV. It turned out that the movie was much more risque than he had thought.

"I'll take your cock's reaction as a yes.", her words drew his attention back to her and saw that she was already opening his waistband and pulling down his underwear. He helped by lifting his ass a little and allowing the fabric to slide down easier.

A moment later, he felt his penis enveloped by her soft, hot mouth as she swallowed him deep. A wet tongue danced along his length, causing his penis to quickly grow to full size in her mouth. A fact that didn't seem to even register with Emi as his tip briefly brushed against a barrier before being swallowed even deeper. He started patting her head, eliciting a pleased hum that reverberated around his cock.

"Not that I don't absolutely love this-", he began, enjoying both the sight and feeling of her sensually fellating him. "But why the sudden impulse?"

Emi lifted off his penis for a moment and turned her head to face him.

"I just wanted to.", she replied with a silly grin. "I've got a bit of an oral fixation and I like making you feel good.", she kissed his tip gently before taking him down entirely. Her throat milked him for a couple of strokes before she came up again.

"So, master. Please focus on the movie and let me just pleasure you with my tight little throat.", she went back to throating him right after.

For a few moments, he just stared at her, watching as she deepthroated him with enthusiasm. How the heck he deserved her, he didn't know, but was determined to find out. In the end, he followed her wishes and concentrated on the movie while enjoying how her throat muscles contracted around his cock.

The movie was already at its climax and ended before he could get close. Once it did, Emi stopped and got up again.

"Just a moment, Master.", rising from the couch, she took his hand.

"Don't worry, in a moment I'll take your cum down my throat like a good girl, promise!", she pulled him up to his feet and quickly helped him take off his pants and underwear fully. Then she led him to the dining table and made him sit down.

Moving like a veritable whirlwind, a filled plate and glass of wine appeared in front of him. Before he could grasp what was going on, she had already crawled underneath the table and come to a stop between his legs.

Looking up, she grinned.

"I've really wanted to do this.", she admitted.

"During the Middle Ages, when only noble ladies were pet girls, it was common practice for the lady to 'earn' her appetizer from her husband before eating the main dish. I'm sort of a geek for that sort of history, so I've always wanted to try that...", she admitted while gently licking his slightly deflated cock.

"I kinda see a pattern there.", Michael commented with a grin. "Seems like there was a lot of oral involved."

Emi nodded and nuzzled his penis with her cheek.

"Yeah, oral skills were considered the highest of the arts for pet ladies. There was a saying that a proper lady started and ended her day with her husband's seed in her stomach.

There is also a theory that the prevalence of oral sex came from necessity. Basically, it was a primitive way to do birth control.", she explained. While it was interesting, he couldn't help but think that she was too cute nerding out over pet history while playing with his cock!

"Anyway, master.", she said before planting a kiss on his tip.

"Please focus on your food, while I earn mine.", with those words, she opened her mouth wide and slid him into the waiting hot embrace of her mouth.

Michael did his best, focusing on the food. She'd said that she had wanted to experience this for a long time, so he tried to make it last. That said, he'd already been fairly close from her earlier ministrations on the couch. So he didn't last long once Emi started doing that thing where she rhythmically clenched her throat around him while he was buried up to the hilt.

"Emi I'm-", he tried to warn her. But he'd already started cumming before he could finish. She remained sealed around him until he finished. Once he did, she pulled back and caught her breath in gasps.

Alarmed, Michael realized that she'd had very little chance to actually breath during the blowjob.

"Are you alright?", he moved his chair back and kneeled down beside her. She turned to him with tear-filled eyes but grinned. "More than alright.", the proud look on her face confirmed her words.

"Though, I gotta get some more practice. This wasn't my best showing."

He silently wondered just what about this hadn't been absolutely insanely perfect, but decided to stay silent. Who was he to complain about her goals in deepthroating him better?

"How is the food?", Emi asked as she stood up and sat down on the chair next to him.

"Very good, though I have to admit I was slightly distracted.", he answered a little whiplashed from the sudden change in tone.

She seemed satisfied with his answer and started eating herself. After a minute or so of comfortable silence she laid down the fork and caught his gaze. A slight blush colored her face.

"Would it be alright to make this a regular thing?", she asked almost shyly, as if it was an unreasonable request from her side.

Michael was speechless.